I detest this person's writing style.
"Log Line: A pale Adonis from Vermont seeks the sun of California where he intends to rob a metaphorical bank known as Hollywood.
Fame and fortune's a tough safe to crack and, next thing you know, people with real guns want to get into the act. Hollywood is where we meet our main guy, a man knocking softly on show business doors when he should be trying to break them down-a soul so handsome needn't be shy. He's asleep at the wheel with his pedestrian dream of being a mere comedian, though (when enters our leading lady), all that's about to change. Our gal slaps him across the face with a serendipitous love that swerves him into the passing lane of a road that was taking him nowhere and she tells him to get off at the next exit. She knows comedy (as her father runs a low rent school where he teaches the craft), and she doesn't believe her new love should have to settle for court jester when he could be a crown prince in the movies.
Not so fast. We need to slow down for some funny twists in the story and one of these sharp curves is engineered by a highwayman who's an architect of organized crime (not a mob movie). We have your typical captain of industry who thinks there's no such thing as something he can't have and (just our luck), he'd love to have the girl-he thinks the wannabe comedian doesn't need her anyway since he's obviously sleeping with another man. Oh, really? Miscommunications multiply until they're piled so high somebody could get hurt. The only question is: Who? Not to worry, in a Grand Finale Ending, everybody gets what they deserve."